Soul says...

Enchanted by its beauty
I continue to dwell in the surreal

With its simplicities and innocence
Times with the one I long befriended

The enigma of whom never stops intriguing me
Whose warmth and touch makes me want for more
Very thought of whom makes my heart flutter

As the languorous spell comes to an end,
This enmoured soul now feels the pain
"Was it just a spell that will never return? " it asks….

Why does he make me smile and cry?
Why does he make me love and hate?
Why does he make me want like never before…
And then make shut it off when it comes to the fore ?

And I reason out to the ingenuous soul….
It is a mystical feeling words cant explain
The relationship is beyond real and surreal

I know not if it were love,
But all I know it is the most prized possession I hath…
And I continue to dwell in the surreal….